My 【Repair】Skill Became an Almighty Cheat Skill, So I Thought I’d Open Up a Weapon Shop

"... you're the reason Lord Sophia gives me so much time..."

They throw in extremely dangerous explosives at abrupt times, and they're going to turn around unexpectedly.

"Wait, wait! What are you talking about? It is! I have Alma...!

"Don't be complacent, fool. And don't fall in love."

Mark totally threw away fixing his attitude and distorted his mouth as if he were openly appealing to him that he was offended.

"Lord Sophia is grateful to you. I don't want to scrutinize him, I want to reasonably assess his administrative abilities and rely on him as a valuable person. They're going to be able to even memorize it every time they ask."

It is no longer an exchange between the chief of the knights and the members of the regiment, but merely as a brother and brother.

The idea of me being a leader disappeared somewhere, and I just felt like continuing to behave naturally.

When I was fifteen years old, Mark was only ten years old or a child there when I pushed off my parents' opposition and flew out of my hometown to become the adventurer I had always wanted to be.

There was no such thing as a period of rebellion, the last memory I could only describe as a child, and I never had a man-brother-like exchange.

After more than fifteen years of that, I wouldn't have imagined it would happen after such an intrusive relationship until last year.

"Totally... he asked me to try to be this one. I got a decent job replacing the prodigal bastard who abandoned my hometown, and I tried to make it easier for my father and mother, but I was shortcut to the goal in front of the field where this one took me ten years to stand on the starting line."

"... that's what they ask me every time."

"I don't know how many times I've said it. You can't be so easily convinced."

Mark seemed to be going to throw up all the stupidity he had been accumulating for a while, good thing there were no other members around.

Just what I want.

As for the use of the free time that came down and gushed, neither would anything so superior.

"And besides, it is. You can be coached one-on-one by a full-time knight from a knight's lineage, not from the public like me... but the reason why you say you rarely get a chance like this is' cause you want to give a little thanks to the prodigal bastard '? What the hell should I look like?"

... but none of Mark's remarks are likely to be disputable, and I felt like I was continuing to eat accurate stone-throwing from earlier.

I can't help it. Rebellion against me.

Feeling lucky to be trained by Sophia.

Because they are both genuine, they also become stronger in their hearts.

It is also true that if I correct the book, it is because of my brother (me) who abandoned his hometown, but in that case Mark would not have gone for a knight, and I guess that has accelerated his frustration again.

"... Hey, Mark. About ten years after you went for a knight."

"Yes, but... that's what it is. Unlike people from the Knight lineage, they had to be tapped out of basic upbringing, and it took them ten years to complete their assignment."

Mark purposefully changed the way he spoke and showed a bare impression that he was answering as a member, not a brother.

Apparently, you can behave like a vegetarian when you can unilaterally screw yourself up, but if you get spoken to by me, I'll give it back to someone else's demeanor, what kind of proprietary standard is in your head.

I guess it's a totally emotional line draw, not a reason, but I rather felt like there was a glimpse of the bottom of my brother's (Mark's) heart.

"You've spent ten years stretching up your right shoulder to your present strength. But I just kept rolling down the bottom of my right shoulder after the first few years when I wasn't uncomfortable with one skill."

"I see you did. I'm not interested."

"Since I came to Green Hollow, I've jumped all at once in many ways, and it's like a miracle with a bunch of coincidences."

The breakdown of coincidences and miracles is not available.

Having challenged the 'Millennial Corridor of Naruto' in response to the recruitment of the brave Falcon, as well as being left behind behind in the labyrinth to gain a fragment of the power of the alphazle.

I've come across the predicament of Sylvia and Sakura, and I've decided to start an arms store in Green Hollow.

The reunion with Noir, who just survived from the labyrinth, and the fact that he became deeply involved in the war between the Demon King's Army and the Kingdom as a result of it.

And above all - I've also met Garnett.

With the exception of [repair] skills and their derivation, which have still undergone unexplained evolution, I think there is only a handful of things that my original strength has accomplished.

If there were, it would be about as good as making a decision without hesitation when it should be made.

"So, Mark. You're so much better than me. It'd be weird if the decade I kept working out with purpose wasn't up there than fifteen years of caricaturally living adventurers, right?

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"My fifteen years of experience didn't lie. Then I'm not supposed to lie to you for ten years. In the first place, if it's about your ability to do what you have to do as a knight, aren't you better than you can compare?

If I had anything better to do with this guy than [repair] skills and "right eye," it would be as good as the knowledge and experience gained through my activities as an adventurer, and the judgment to make decisions that even hung on life and death.

What is more, the latter will also be a matter of experience, and Mark is an area where we can work out as much as we want to.

In leading the Knights in the peculiar role of the White Wolf Knights, it just so happens conveniently that they - including their skills - are being demanded, and Mark must be better when it comes to his ability as a knight.

"Not at all... you have no hesitation in degrading yourself, not just cutting off your right arm"

"I'd like you to tell me that you're giving me a good rating."

Mark stood up in a sigh of sigh and gently paid for the sand on his trousers.

"Well, I'm running out of time. It's not good mental health if you don't spit out what you want to say once in a while."

"I agree. I'm glad I could say what I wanted to say."

Telling him that honestly, Mark had a muddled look on his face and raised his voice a step too purposefully with a voice color.

"Oh yeah! I totally forgot to mention it. I got a letter the other day from my mother back home."

"Is that true? What did it say?

"Half the status report. The other half was brought by the prodigal brother, who said it was hard to ask about his criminally young fiancée."

He turns his gaze from Mark and turns away from him by accident.

"That's where I'm least convinced, isn't it? What the hell did you use, seriously?"